The group has now reached the gates. She gestures to the party not to talk in front of the sentries and waits for the Myrzen warriors to let them out. After a quick salute, the sentries return to their post and watch the Szef and her new companions walk away.

The plaza is deserted. The monk waits for the adventurers to resume their explanation.

"...I hope they are, but we haven't been able to confirm that yet. We..." - he trails off for just a moment - "...tracked them here, after they were taken from us. In the course of trying to take them back, we've gotten involved in a bigger mess. This thing with the Werewolf is us trying to sort through it."

"This thing is in our way," Konrad agrees. Malice tinges his expression, the first time since they had come to the Arena. "And it's delaying the tournament. The election of the new First is part of said mess, which makes it personal. The werewolf is, at best, an obstacle on the path to making headway. I only want it dead."

These revelations clearly have an effect on Nadzieja, but she does her best to keep a straight face. She faces forward and ponders the implications of what she just learned. "I see," she says. "I'm sorry to hear about your friends. Once the monster is dead, I will have my people search for them."

"That'd be really helpful miss!" Fluffle exclaims as he sticks his head out of Steve's pocket.

The sudden appearance of the fairy startles Nadzieja and she instinctively takes a fighting stance. When she understands what just happened, she starts to relax but keeps the same position.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," the fairy says with an apologetic look. "I... I didn't think someone small like me could scare people like that."

"We didn't really want to introduce him to the whole cabinet back there. The short of it is, we don't know who to trust right now. That's part of why we're hunting the Werewolf; i'm hoping to get some answers. Though survival will probably take priority soon enough."

Szef Zerva folds her arms and sweeps the plaza with her eyes. She stays silent for a long moment before she finally says, "I won't tell anyone the real reason you're here." A sigh escapes her throat and her eyes meet the adventurers' gaze. Uncertainty wrinkles her forehead. "Can I trust you? Can I really trust you."